"You're my fiancée." His grip tightened on her wrist. "Don't think that you can get away from me so easily, Vanessa. Remember, you are mine."
And in his response she found her answer. He was too selfish—too selfish to let go of a woman he didn't even love. He was like a kid that found an interesting toy, and even though he did not care for it, he still kept it to himself.
In his eyes, she was exactly that toy. A toy to be played with, but not to be kept. A toy that once it was used, would be abandoned without much thought.
Vanessa stared at her wrist that was captured in his hand, before saying in a soft voice that was almost too low for him to hear, "You're hurting me."
The two of them spent the rest of their ride down the elevator in silence, and as they got out and went into their
